Donovan — The Song of the Wandering Aengus

[Verse 1] I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head And I cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry on a thread [Verse 2] And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout [Verse 3] When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame But something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name [Verse 4] It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air [Verse 5] Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hands [Verse 6] And walk among long dappled grass And pluck 'til time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun [Outro] Go Go away Out the way, get out of the way, out of the way